LOVE AND RELATIONSHIP ANGLE

04:50:00

Tiwa bursts into tears:'I didn't cheat on my husband'

21:28:00

FRIENDS, BEWARE WHEN YOU NOTICE ALL THESE IN YOUR LIFE:

12:06:00

Pastor in serious 'kataka' for burying Juju in his church

05:04:00

How Tiwa's husband allegedly tried to jump off the bridge this morning (yesterday)

How Teebillz nearly killed himself this morning - he tried to jump off the Lekki-Ikoyi toll bridge

Culled from lib....

When Teebillz shared his suicide note this morning on IG while pouring his heart out about the demise of his marriage to Tiwa Savage, many of us thought/hoped he was just talking, but he wasn't. Tunji 'Teebillz' Balogun tried to commit suicide this morning by jumping off the Lekki- Ikoyi toll bridge and this is fact!

According to an eye-witness named Chukwuma Ani, who witnessed the incident and was one of the men who pulled Teebillz off the bridge, he told LIB exclusively that around past 9 this morning while driving on the Lekki-Ikoyi toll bridge, a car hit his own from behind, damaging his car. He said he came out of the car and approached the driver of the vehicle that hit his. He didn't know who the man was (it was Teebillz) but he said he berated him for hitting his car and asked the man to come out and assess the damage caused to his car. The man looked at him and told him to leave...that he was there for a reason. That he was planning to commit suicide and Chukwuma Ani would hear about it later... Not knowing who the guy was or understanding why he was talking suicide, Mr Ani said he kept insisting that the driver must come down from his car and see the damage he had caused to his car. He said he noticed alcohol on the floor of the driver's car so thought the man was drunk. He said while shouting and berating the driver for hitting his car, the guy just suddenly drove his car with speed to the front.

Ani said he got into his own car and gave chase and was surprised to see the driver of the car parking his car in the middle of the bridge as other cars drove past. He said he parked in front of the driver and approached the man again, telling him that he couldn't even apologize for hitting his car and was instead trying to drive off. He said as he was berating the man, he (Teebillz) got down from his car and walked to the bridge railing. He said he stood there wondering what the driver was trying to do and it was at that point that two other cars approached them. He said as he was trying to figure out who the new comers were, Teebillz had moved to the bridge railing and was trying to jump. Mr. Ani said a light skinned guy came out from the first car and began running towards Teebillz screaming and that was when he realized what was going on.. "I thought I was watching a movie" Ani told LIB "the man held the railing and tried to jump over it and that was when the yellow man held him and started shouting for help. The two of them nearly fell into the water. I quickly joined the yellow man to pull the guy out and while we were struggling with him, one PSquare twin (Peter Okoye) and Banky W joined us to pull the man out " Ani said LIB called Peter Okoye to confirm he was there but he refused to say anything "Even if I was there, I can't say anything about it" he said. We hear Teebillz is doing okay now and is surrounded by family and friends. People need to take depression seriously in Nigeria - a lot of people are so depressed and struggling and don't usually have anywhere to turn to for help. Let's always lend a helping hand. Hope Teebillz gets better.

What kind of problem that he has with his wife that don't have solution? Some people don't just have patience and wisdom in life. God help us all.

20:06:00

MY WEDDING NIGHT: EPISODE 19

“you guys should please call the police” Damian’s mother cried on my shoulder while one of the guys in the room left instantly to do her bidding. I also threw a look at my brother who quickly brought out his phone and called detective Jeremiah. “the police will soon be here, please stop crying. You got to consider your eyes” i begged solemnly. “let’s go to my room dear, we have a lot to talk” she said softly, pulled away from me, grabbed my hand and led me to her room while my brother stayed behind {with the other men in the room} to keep an eye on Esther and her so called cousin who hid his face with shame. On getting to the old lady’s room, she prepared two cups of hot tea, offered one to me and drank the second one. “i’m so deeply ashamed of myself. I’m so sorry for everything. Seriously i have known Esther for such a long time. I never believed she was capable of committing murder in a foreign soil” she apologized softly with tears in her eyes. “i have nothing against your behaviour towards me. Most women would do the same. So please stop troubling yourself” i begged. “we are heading back to the states in two days. Hope you are coming with us?” she asked. I breathed deeply and looked down. Seriously i wasn’t expecting such question because all my focus was on exonerating myself to avoid standing trial in America but things now has changed. I had every reason to go with them, if not for anything else but to participate in my husband’s burial. But i just felt indecisive when she popped up the question. I couldn’t utter a word. “you have to testify against Esther and her accomplice. They will stand trial in my country, moreover you also have a big role to play in my son’s burial” she pushed softly. “i know mum, but i do have some unfinished things i have to take care of in Nigeria. I also can’t stand the courtroom. I know how the justice system in your country works. Esther’s defence lawyer will try to tear me apart. I really can’t stand any of it, not after all i have passed through already. My heart is very broken. I need time and space to heal. I believe the tape will be enough to convict her” i answered softly, tears filling my eyes. “what are you saying?. You mean you are not travelling with us?” the old woman asked curiously. I dropped the tea cup i was holding, drew close and stared at her. “i just need only three weeks to recover and tidy up myself. I will come over in the fourth week. Please” i begged. She breathed deeply and swallowed hard. “it’s okay, i understand your position. I will keep the burial things on hold till you join us. But Esther’s trial will commence immediately we arrive the states” she said softly. I unsuccessfully tried to fight back the tears building up in my eyes. Detective Jeremiah walked into the room that very moment with a smile on his face. “the suspects are now in my custody but i’m afraid i also have to take Mrs Damian with me. You know she’s supposed to be in jail” he addressed the old lady who quickly sprang up to my defence. -
“she’s not going anywhere with you. Moreover how the hell did she get out from your custody in the first place?. I don’t care how you do the paperwork. She’s not stepping her foot in any police premises again” my mother in law protested while the detective laughed and winked at me. “please you have to report to my office very early tomorrow. Hope you understand” he said to me, bowed to the old lady and headed out of the room. My brother however left with him while i spent the night with Damian’s mother and we really spent the whole night discussing and consoling each other like two old sisters.

I returned to my brother’s house by 7am the next day, Spent some happy moments with my sick mother before freshening up for the busy day ahead. I equally called my old father on phone and broke the good news to him. Finally four days later, i travelled to the village with my mother and devoted three weeks of my time caring for her. I equally used the opportunity to make peace with God and seek his forgiveness. Slowly the fourth week approached, bringing more bright moments into my life. I was now a changed person. A strong Christian and a cheerful giver. But the most surprising moment of it all was when Damian’s mother surprised me with a visit early Tuesday morning of the fourth week. I never knew she was in Nigeria nor had any idea she was coming to my village. She came with my brother who smiled as he noticed the surprised look on my face. “we came to get you young lady” the old woman said as she hugged me. Three days later i found myself in America. Hmmm the reception they all gave me over there was quite stunning and three days after, more good news graced me. I did a pregnancy test which confirmed i was pregnant. But it never really was all fun to me over there because I had to perform the last burial rites for my husband and equally testify on Esther’s trial, something i sincerly wanted to avoid but had to do in the end. Esther got twenty five years sentence with her accomplice at the end of the day. As at the time of writing this story, I’m still in the states with Damian’s mother. Yea i’m happy but not entirely happy because no matter what, I’m still a widow. As for detective Jeremiah, I promised to handle the education of his first child, equally promising to take the boy along to the states the next time i travel home. The detective was like an angel to me and without him, I won’t be writing this story. THE END -

19:45:00

Tips To All The Road Users

18:55:00

MY WEDDING NIGHT: EPISODE 18

The tape wasn’t as audible and clear as i hoped it would be, nevertheless it was loud enough for everyone in the room to listen easily. My heart pounded with excitement as everyone listened to Esther’s confession which really was accurate and up to point. Such a perfect confession it was… Seriously Esther underestimated me by not thinking that i could come up with such invention. Yea just like most of the white folks in the room, she thought we blacks were foolish and incapable of thinking straight. I never knew what gave them such mentality, however i must confess, none of them uttered such word to my face but their behaviour clearly showed the resentment. The first rule of every fight is never to underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly abused that rule and sold out herself in a way i never imagined. Seriously i never expected her to give such detailed confession to me. It was simply amazing and unbelievable. Her behaviour was a very stupid one but to be sincere nobody would have expected a woman in my condition to come up with such an awesome plan. She never had any reason to believe that i could come up with something very unique. In her mind i was a very bitter woman who might equally be mentally unstable due to the trauma i was passing over my husband’s death. As the tape played, she slowly coloured up while atmosphere in the room grew tense and grim. I forced out a smile, nodding as the message delivered across to everyone in the room. On getting to part where the fight broke out. I switched off the tape and breathed deeply. “That’s what i came to get. That’s my defence. I’m no murderer. You all heard the confession” i breathed with satisfaction. My brother came forward and took the recorder from me while the muscular guy who fought us minutes earlier, rushed to my gun which was lying on Esther’s bed, but before he could get to it, almost all the guys in the room, rushed and held him down. Esther slowly sat on the floor and cried. “This is a set up. Nooo” she cried. Damian’s mother drew forward, hugged me and cried. “you just changed my believe towards Nigerians. You went all the way to the end of the road to prove your innocence. You did what only few women will be brave to do. While i harboured my son’s killer, you took every risk to find the truth” she cried bitterly. “mum please stop. I’m just satisfied that your eyes has opened” i breathed. It was such an emotional scene. Oh how i wish you guys were there to witness it all.

So what happened after??… Hmmmmmmm To be continued. -

18:50:00

MY WEDDING NIGHT: EPISODE 17

I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun and rushed to my brother who luckily was still standing. “are you hurt?” i asked nervously. “thank God she missed, let’s get out of here” he answered and held my hand, but instantly, Esther grabbed me from behind and dragged me back to the bed, delivering few punches on my face. My brother tried separating us but the muscular white guy closed in on him, throwing out a punch which my brother dodged. In no time, the room turned into a battle field. My brother and i desperately struggled to wade them off and run away, while Esther and her guy did everything possible to hold us back. It really was a violent confrontation. In no time we were all bleeding. However the earlier gunshot and noise we made as we fought soon attracted everyone in the house. In a matter of minutes the room was filled with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian gate men and two other black male servants. We were instantly separated and surrounded while Esther smiled with a triumphant look in her eyes. “they came to murder us in our sleep. Can you imagine?. She even brought a gun” She complained breathlessly, while every other person in the room gasped with shock. Damian’s mother came forward and looked into my eyes. “how did you get out of jail?, why did you kill my son, why are you here?, and what did we do to you?” she asked coldly. Tears fell from my eyes, I breathed deeply and controlled myself. I had to act cool. It was the first time i was being given a listening ear. “I never killed Damian, I never killed your son. I doubt if any black woman will kill a man who has good intentions for her. I came here looking for answers. I had to brave all odds to be here. The police believes Esther killed my husband. I had no choice than to try get a confession out of her” i poured out. “don’t tell me you are listening to that bitch?” Esther suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at her and smiled. “oh no they won’t listen to me, but will listen to this” i smiled, pulled out the small recorder which surprising was still recording, stopped it and turned on the tape. The whole room went dead as everyone listened.

...To be continued.

18:44:00

MY WEDDING NIGHT: EPISODE 16

16:26:00